Her family is the best in the world,
One factory is a fact of learning,
And one family shall entwine with industry
To negate the illness of concepts.
A call to the three most advanced cultures
Amounts to unity, that first culture from birth
Onwards, then the generation of the fittest,
To be followed by reunions and decisions.
This is the call to united healing,
When family after family resides in the heart
Of the house called hurt and shirt,
The clothing of the hard kind.
We are the best family on Earth, a favoured
Class with others on the role of death,
The last season of worry has elapsed
To further decay and lose in the midsts of fury.
I have positions of stinging and extinguishing,
The fire is out and I am first bound to rules,
I am timing the strokes of genius as they roll,
Internal decisions of the heart astound me.
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